It was a cold morning, the temperature just below freezing.  Late fall, I knew I’d probably be alone.  The drive there was uneventful, just a few other vehicles on Coastal Route 1.  Onto a side road, house here and there, some still dark, some with minimal lighting on as their occupants stay their days.  

Something ahead in the roadway, past the reach of the headlights of my jeep.  Then it dashes off the road into the woods.  As the beam of my headlights reaches further, I see what had been in the roadway, a deer, off in a small cluster of trees to my right.  Two more deer dash across the roadway, before stopping for a moment to watch me, then dash into the nearby tree line. 

One more turn brings the first glimpse of the coming sunlight into my line of sight.  Onto an old dirt road along the bay, past camps sitting quiet, their summer guest alone gone.  

I come to the spot I had in mind, some trees, jagged rocks popping out from the land towards the sea.  The ocean flat and smooth, the only sounds are from the seabirds and a few lobstermen further down the coastline.  

Here I stay to watch the show about to begin, as the light rises and grows, stretching into the sky, the darkness slowly turning blue.  Finally, the sun rises over the horizon…….a new day has begun.